Dying properties

I made this soup the other day.

It was one of those one-off soups, because I had all of these odds and ends lolling around in my fridge that I wanted to get rid of so I could have a really satisfying, expensive grocery shop. I wasn't paying attention to how much of what went in, but this is the basic stuff:


Now-I've-Got-A-Clean-Crisper Soup
or
Beets-Dye-Everything-Wasteland/Lipstick-Pink Soup
A quarter of a musty old beet, chopped
A can of diced tomatoes, plus juices
Two (?) carrots
Half an onion
Rosemary
Pinch of red pepper flakes
1 cup or so of chicken broth
Olive oil, for the initial saute
That last splash of red wine
S&P


Basically saute the veggies and rosemary, add the tomatoes and chicken broth, boil furiously, and then blend up. It was earthy, warm, and sweet with the tiniest pinch of heat. Perfect for a procrastinating Friday afternoon. Plus, I love that aggressive color. it reminds me of being a thirteen year old Avril Lavinge skater grrl with arm-warmers and shoes that I drew on. SIGH, those were the DAYS.


Also:

My friend KChan stabbed a whole bunch of leaves on her walk home from the bar. I thought this was cute. Cute, no?